Scrapey

Felt like a day for hanging on by one's fingernails; just an overall presentiment of something or other. Hair doing was all right as long as it lasted, but our nonegenarian was rather wiped out afterwards. Could be the colds or whatever kinds of viruses that have swept around us for a while have finally settled in. A good night's stint under blankets should help.
Another cat mugging, this time from one that rocketed out of nowhere and stood looking up at me with what appeared to be shock. Then I glanced across the street, seeing an automatic garage door closing, and wondered if the animal had been trapped inside and just released. A mundane mystery.